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Jeff the Killer: Acceptance.The overcast cradled the moon in grey sheets.Jeff the Killer: Acceptance. by xXAngelsofChaosXx
Regardless of it's new-found coat of thickening mist, the lack-luster of the moon's light didn't hinder his gate.
Striding onward into the embrace of the night, the pinch of his etched smile taunted him. A cold, smooth wisp of air drew straight into his lungs through exposed nostrils as the buzzing grew louder. The only insects that buried into his skull came to him in the form of voices, dozens of voices. While low in volume, the chanting of each and every voice were merely part of him now, so much so he could sometimes tell his own thoughts from their muffled screams and mournful whimpers.
They kept him company.
Even the echoes of screams are sometimes more comforting than the weight of silence in the death of the midnight hours.
Slowing his pace, his slicked hand dragged down his hoodie in a paint brush motion. Layers of crimson caked onto his fingers now making them stick. A grimaced expression moved all the muscles in his face but the
GuardianGuardian by LinkofSkyloft17
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skies, and the dark forest. I feel someone behind me. I turn. Nothing there.
But there is something.
He's there. The Man.
He watches me, over me. He's my guardian in the Dark.
He looks harmful, and silent, and very mysterious.
People don't understand him. I understand.
He's lonely, always rejected, always regarded as weird, and not to be trusted.